I’m going to remember not to eat this time. Day before yesterday, I had an appointment at the clinic to get my blood drawn for tests. I wasn’t supposed to eat anything after dinner the night before, and I remembered not to eat anything after dinner. The next morning, though, I didn’t remember anything. So what? It’s not like any of us do at that hour of the day. I made the coffee, I drank the coffee, I drank even more of the coffee. I had to. It was early. And I ate a big bowl of granola. It wasn’t until ten or fifteen minutes before the time I usually stepped out the door into the world that I was making my lunch and thinking what a treat would be to eat it after getting my blood drawn, because getting my blood drawn meant I didn’t get to eat anything, and then I remembered that I had, in fact, eaten breakfast and had enough caffeine in my system to send the testing equipment into orbit. So, no testing Tuesday morning.

Tomorrow morning, I was only supposed to be going in for a little physical therapy, but I convinced them to draw some blood afterwards and promised not to eat anything this time. I have to go upstairs now, hide my favorite coffee cup in the wash machine and put the granola in the freezer so it’ll take me practically all morning to find them.